Help others find their own ancient, eternal inner terrains

Where else and who else have I already been?

The answer is certainly everywhere and everyone. But if we can be convinced that we only exist for this one moment, this one lifetime, we can also be convinced to soundproof the rooms of this life, shutting out the sounds of Nature and others. If ever there was a metaphor for hell on Earth, for the sound of weeping and gnashing of teeth, it is this. We exist within a world of soulloss, but most cannot imagine a way out of it.

So if it is the disembodiment, the displacement of Nature within ourselves that has created the experience of hell, it is certainly a remembrance of and access to our inner territories that will revive in us all the innate ability to create a living heaven on Earth. For our communities, our neighbors, our families, our children, our precious Earth, and our own Selves.

GET ON THE WAITLIST FOR THE NEXT TRAINING

A person sitting cross-legged on a sandy beach facing the ocean, with an island visible in the distance under a cloudy sky.

You are here because you envision another way

Here where we leave weapons in the yard and gather around kitchen tables to strategize another way.⁠

⁠Here where we feed shame to our fires and honor the roles of dreamers, poets, and artists.⁠

⁠Here where we stand eye to eye with our inner monsters and sing them to sleep.⁠

⁠Here where we name our own mistakes, and missteps, letting our armor crumble.⁠

⁠Here where we remember the human dignity of everyone we encounter.⁠

⁠Here where we protect the most vulnerable in every room.⁠

⁠Here where we revere the many strange and different archetypes.⁠

⁠Here where we remember inner landscapes severed from our ancestors and burnt in pyres of whiteness and patriarchy.⁠

Here where we draw map lines that run through underworlds, barren places, and cosmic wombs.⁠

⁠Here where islands of joy seat grief at the table, call it a friend.⁠

⁠Here where either/or decomposes to make way for a Third Way.⁠

⁠Here where energy bodies are as precious as physical bodies.⁠

⁠Here where we deconstruct our attachment to a world that has never served love, equality, or hope.⁠

Here in villages of exiles where poetry is a spell and spirit work is a healing tradition.⁠

Know Yourself.

Teach Others.

Inner Territory Work is both for the individual and for the community

Imagine you are more than a body, more than fingers that touch and send sensation rippling through tiny pathways. Imagine you are housed in this brilliant body, a part of it but not only it. Within you, there are continents, islands, seas, rivers, mountains, deserts, jungles, valleys, moons, and galaxies. Coursing through the long story of your soul is a world that is both completely unique and intricately interconnected. You are of the world, you are in the world, but you also are a world.

All the lives your soul has lived before this one, all the bodies that have lovingly carried you across thresholds of beginnings and endings, all the love you have nurtured, all the hope you have harbored, all the mistakes you have made, all the other souls you have found again and again - what if all of it is still archived in the terrain that is you?

We are born, we change and grow and take on new shapes and names. We cross-pollinate, creating new versions of beauty. We experience exile, loss, grief, incredible love, repair, and hopefully an eventual return to our abandoned inner homes. We die and decompose, settling our many stories into the soil of our souls. We welcome new seeds, new patterns, new experiences, and new parts of Self. We are born again and all of our godds, monsters, and stories are reborn with us.

A woman practicing yoga outdoors with her hands pressed together in a prayer position, against a bright sky.

Now imagine you know how to travel that inner realm - transforming, uprooting, integrating, reclaiming, and shapeshifting as you go.

You can.